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leaves, he wondered if he’d be better off waiting for the hicks to
return to their cabin. But I do so enjoy
a good hunt.
    About to
enter the woods in pursuit of his quarry, he halted as the forest around him turned
abruptly silent. The air grew heavy and pressed on him, and the hair on his
back stiffened and stood on end. Danger approached. A cautious sniff made his
snout wrinkle as the crisp scent of the woods was overlain with something
unpleasant, almost a putrid scent, but mixed with something familiar, a hint of
wolf, but a wolf like nothing he’d scented before.
    What the fuck?
    Something clutched
at him, not physically, but scrabbled against his head, trying to invade his
mind. He whipped his head from side to side in an attempt to shake the feeling.
He growled, frustrated when he still couldn’t find something to attack. The
pressure on his brain increased, and his hackles rose higher as his low rumble
deepened.
    The
probing of his mind abruptly disappeared. Before he could wonder about it, he
heard the crack of a gunshot, followed by two more. Immediately, he sprang into
motion and barreled into the trees to follow the direction of the shot, which,
not surprisingly, seemed to coincide with the increasing strength of the vile
scent.
    He
stumbled into a clearing and halted as a man with vivid green eyes and a tight-lipped
expression whirled and aimed his gun at him.
    “I see
Roderick has new recruits,” he said with a mirthless laugh. “Not for long.”
    Trent
rolled before the stranger finished pulling the trigger. The blast hit the dirt
beside him. Trent kept moving as the gunman kept firing, only his speed and
reflexes saving him from all but a light scoring along his side. A rustle in
the brush saw his assailant whirling to fire as a pair of huge shapes leapt
from the shadows, with Marc and Darren finally making an appearance. They
tackled the stranger, who seemed not at all perturbed he had to fight off
wolves. Even more fucked-up, he almost got the upper hand until Marc got his
teeth around the stranger’s neck.
    Before Marc
could tear it out, Trent quickly changed shape to say, “Don’t kill him. We need
to question him.”
    Pinned
under their combined weight, his neck in a deadly vise, the green-eyed shooter
laughed. “I’ve got nothing to tell you, rogue.”
    “You know
what we are?” Trent sniffed but couldn’t decipher the stranger’s odor from the
heavy hunters’ perfume he wore, some kind of bottled animal piss.
    “I’d say
the fact I didn’t scream like a little girl when you shifted answers that
question.”
    “Why did
you try to shoot me?”
    “I shoot
all rogues.” The answer emerged flat despite the green sparks of hatred in his
eyes.
    “And what
makes you so sure I’m a rogue? I’m sure other wolves use these woods, and it’s
not like rogues wear a sign.”
    “Are you
denying your status?”
    “Nope. But
I still want to know why you’re going around shooting my kind. Whether I’ve
chosen to leave the pack or not doesn’t mean I’m going to let some fucking
human kill Lycans .”
    “Human?”
The stranger laughed. “That’s funny. As for shooting on sight, the pack is gone
from this area. And what remains are rogues, pure and simple. I’ve made it my
mission to kill those serving Roderick. The less minions he has, the better. I only live to see him dead.”
    As he
moved to stand closer to their captive, Trent’s lip curled, and he knelt. “I
don’t give a fuck who this Roderick is or what your beef with him is. I’m no
one’s minion. I went rogue to search for my brother, David. Looks like me but
smaller and younger. Have you seen him around?”
    “I haven’t
seen him.” The vivid green eyes assessed him, and Trent returned the favor.
While not dark-skinned, the man on the ground was a mix of something with light
cocoa skin and curly hair. Unshaven and wearing clothes that had seen much
better days, he looked haggard except for the bright light in his eyes.